On March 5, I submitted my request for an invitation to Pinterest, a relatively new social networking site, and started looking at other people’s “walls” while I waited.
The first thing I saw was a picture of healthy taquitos. They looked yummy and I was, quite frankly, hungry, so I clicked the picture.
I also saw homemade Hostess-like cupcakes and some comfort food called enchilada lasagna by mogwaisoup.blogspot.com that has two “repins,” whatever that is.
I kind of want to repin it, but I’m still waiting for my invite.
Truth be told, I really want to eat it and to heck with sharing it.
Six minutes after I pinned my interest, I got a message telling me I’m on the waiting list.
I guess I won’t be officially pinning anything yet.
I heard about this waiting list on Facebook. Speculation is they’ve grown so fast and furious, they can’t handle all the hits.
It’s March 7 and I’m still on the waiting list. I’ve learned that many people have been waiting for months.
I guess I’ll have to go begging perfect strangers for an invite.
It feels a little elitist, like trying to get sponsored into a ritzy country club.
Well I want in, so here I go begging.
On March 13, I finally got invited to join Pinterest! I feel like a member of an exclusive club.
My journalism adviser sent me an invitation that ended up in my spam filter. I’m glad I didn’t delete it.
I started pinning by uploading some of the things I love; at least that’s what I called my first “board.”
Looking around Pinterest is a relaxing way to unwind at the end of a busy day after you’ve already checked your Facebook, Words With Friends and Draw Something. It reminds me of Tumblr and Stumbleupon, just a more grown-up sophisticated version that is more customizable.
I enjoy blogging and reading blogs, but I don’t have time to enjoy much more than the pictures and captions these days. Pinterest perfectly fills in the gap.
It’s not like Twitter or Facebook where you need friends or followers, and no one needs to “like” what you’re pinning.
Since I was a little girl, I’ve loved flipping the pages of catalogs and magazines. Pinterest is like finding little photographic dreams and pinning them to your wall.